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'Kidnapped Mila, won't be back.'
In normal cases, the parent who found a note like this on the fridge would go into panic, and worry for the safety of their child, maybe even call the police sobbing. However, (Y/N) merely rolled his eyes with a small smile and removed the note that was pinned by the purple grape magnet, he placed the scribbled letter on the bench before looking across the room to an open door. He wasn't able to see the figure cuddled up on his couch, but he was very aware of their presence, and he was sure the teen would awake with the need for food. So he got to work, grabbing out ingredients and utensils. Of course, he decided to make the famous hangover cure, 'Haejangguk'. He remembered all the times a sweet elderly woman would bring over this meal, for both him and his little girl, he would never forget the kindness that she gifted him.
He didn't drink often but occasionally, but never to the extent of being drunk or tipsy, it was still a lasting memory he'll treasure for years to come. Thoughts clouded his mind as he cooked, ranging from how he would react to his parents and whether he could ever rekindle, to the episode of SpongeBob he watched last week.
In short to his first thought, no. (Y/N) couldn't bring himself to even accept any form of apologies that could spill from their mouths, not only that, but his father was also a stubborn man and there was no way he would receive an apology that wouldn't be half-assed, or that didn't put the blame on him in some form of way.
The teen felt a sting in his chest. It's not something he could just forget; this stays and haunts his mind. All the pent-up emotions remain dormant, today was not the night to scream and cry, especially when he has a drunken guest. Before he knew it, the delicious smell wafted through the house and even awoke a sleeping, Zack.
"Mum?"
(Y/N) lifted an eyebrow, turning his body slightly to look over at Zack. Though, it is fairly obvious that the boxer is still immensely out of it, as he wobbles in the dining room wrapped in a warm fluffy blanket. His hair sticking up in different directions from sleeping and his face slightly scrunched up from the lights of the kitchen, it looked slightly pouty which (Y/N) admitted was a bit cute. He decided to use a soft approach, like how he speak to Mila when she just woke up in the morning.
"Hey there, sleepy," He hummed with a warm smile, "How are you feeling?"
Zack remained standing, still not processing the world around him but seems to accept the tone of (Y/N)'s voice. He waddles further into the dining room and looks around, taking in the room and kitchen. He continues his journey has a penguin and the shuffling of his feet on the floorboards, made (Y/N) cover his mouth to prevent his laughter from slipping out. It was interesting to witness, to say the least. The man who unintentionally reenacted 'Happy Feet' finally stood in front of him, there wasn't much of a height difference, Zack was only a few centimetres shorter, but it wasn't outright obvious.
The sharp-eyed boxer shared a stare with (Y/N), before opening the blanket and engulfing the unsuspecting teen into the warm fluffy embrace.
"Oh!" (Y/N) eyes widen with surprise, before a soft laugh fell from his mouth and quickly hugged the boxer. In result, the man pressed his face into the nape of the slightly taller's neck, a few locks of (H/C) tickling his face. The man smiled softly, allowing the drunken affection and fluffy warmth of the man he kinda just got to know only a few hours ago.
"Come on, let's get you something to eat," he stated, giving one final hug. He wrapped his arm securely around Zack's waist and pulled him in, the other seemed to be very content with the cuddle and wriggled to sink further into (Y/N)'s arms. The scent of 3-in-one men shampoo, conditioner and bodywash, filled (Y/N)'s nose and smiled slightly at the recognition of the smell, it was a little shocking to know that Zack used 3-in-one since his hair seems so well-kept. He pulled away from the blanket penguin, who whined at the lack of comfort and warmth.
"I know, but you need to eat," (Y/N) chuckled, "I think it will help a lot tomorrow."
Zack pouted but silently followed behind the homeowner, like a duckling to it mother. As Zack sat and ate his meal, the baking student excused himself to another room to make a call. It was to the babysitter that decided to go rogue on the schedule he planned out for Mila, and after a few rings he got a response.
"Ah (Y/N), unfortunately that daughter of yours has been sold on the market," the owner of the gruff voice laughed. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, already used to the antics of the gorilla man.
"Oh? Is that so, that really is unfortunate," He played along, "What time was she sold?"
"About six-thirty, sold for a pretty penny, let me tell you."
The voice on the other line began to explain in disturbing detail, each sentence had its own translation but only if you understood how this man worked first. Which to many isn't easy.
"Seems like a rough day, but for a good cause," He humoured.
"A very good cause," the man laughed, "She's a good kid, I'll drop her off late afternoon, we have a movie to watch around eleven-fifteen."
"Okay, goodnight," He smiled. Before the call ended, he wanted to thank the man who attended to his daughter at such late notice, especially since neither of them live close to one another. It meant a lot.
